began like this
and then…i don't know why, though she is sleeping/dreaming, she is holding a flag. ???
and this very small figure…drawn with ink, then bled with turpentine. Barely discernible but some kind of magician. i want to make this square. Why all squares when i am so much a circle person?
and then….
a double click might be good. Don't know till i poke Publish. Maybe. And i don't know at all why the urge for this. Pulled the mirror out from behind the shelves in the bedroom. Windex. then this selfie… in my daily outfit for a couple months now. a pair of camouflage pants, boy's size, from the Thrift Shop. over leggings. always the grey longsleeve shirt, i have a few, and the T shirt over these changes as need be. i like the roominess of the pants. more comfortable than levis and also, since it's kind of a forest floor/leaf litter motif, i guess they are hunting pants, ….nothing "shows". This is what i wear. Every day. But Why the pic? i don't know. I watch all the gatherings of people across the country to stand for what they stand for this Saturday before Martin Luther King day and in the days preceding the day of Shame in the capitol of the United States of America. There is such an URGE to call Travis to stay here, get in the car and drive to Be There. To Stand. Car wouldn't make it. I wouldn't leave Tay and the Goats. So maybe i wanted to just look at this person i am in the moment. Document her. in this moment. Me. January, 2017. a time like none i have ever known.
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